everything is as perspicuous as can be, with just one thing left to do.

so i sign of my name on the last leaf of this book, and with a final glance, i close the cover.

it's a weight off my shoulders, a load off my mind. finally exonerated from this merry-go-round, the air seems fresher, the sky is just that little bit brighter.

and i just hope and pray that the book doesn't open by itself again.

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6:53 PM